| L.A.'s fine, the sun shines most the time
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| And the feeling is 'lay back'
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| Palm trees grow, and rents are low
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| But you know I keep thinkin' about
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| Making my way back
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| Well I’m New York City born and raised
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| But nowadays, I’m lost between two shores
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| L.A.'s fine, but it ain’t home
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| New York’s home, but it ain’t mine no more
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| «I am,"I said
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| To no one there
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| An no one heard at all
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| Not even the chair
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| «I am,"I cried
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| «I am,"said I
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| And I am lost, and I can’t even say why
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| Leavin' me lonely still
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| Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of bein' a king
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| And then became one
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| Well except for the names and a few other changes
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| I you talk about me, the story’s the same one
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| But I got an emptiness deep inside
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| And I’ve tried, but it won’t let me go
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| And I’m not a man who likes to swear
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| But I never cared for the sound of being alone
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| «I am,"I said
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| To no one there
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| An no one heard at all
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| Not even the chair
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| «I am,"I cried
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| «I am,"said I
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| And I am lost, and I can’t even say why
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| Leavin' me lonely still |